Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.